concert wheeee
May. 16th, 2011 04:39 pmHad this quarter's chorus concert last night. Usually the spring concert is in June (the operating rule seems to be "the last possible Sunday (or sometimes Friday) before finals"; for whatever reason, this one was mid-May. (Which also has the amusing side effect that, chorus being a university class, we have rehearsals until the end of the quarter, never mind that it's post-performance.)
I still like the Requiem better than the Mass (we were doing Mozart's Great Mass in C Minor), but it was fun. And kind of exhausting. And I managed /not/ to have any coughing fits, go me.
The time dilation that comes with a performance is always interesting. We spend weeks learning and rehearsing and re-rehearsing and getting it learned in physical memory as well as mental memory ... and then the concert comes and it's all over in a split second.
...not really, but it feels that way.
The solo movements, even when they are shorter than the choral movements, always feel like they take forever, because we haven't rehearsed them to death (and because we aren't doing anything other than staring at the conductor and trying to catch our breath). The choral movements? Go by way too fast. And once they're over, they're gone.
In some ways it's a little bit anticlimactic.
(Now I am listening to Carmina Burana and other similar things to get the Mozart out of my head, because it always gets stuck on annoying six-measure loops.)
I still like the Requiem better than the Mass (we were doing Mozart's Great Mass in C Minor), but it was fun. And kind of exhausting. And I managed /not/ to have any coughing fits, go me.
The time dilation that comes with a performance is always interesting. We spend weeks learning and rehearsing and re-rehearsing and getting it learned in physical memory as well as mental memory ... and then the concert comes and it's all over in a split second.
...not really, but it feels that way.
The solo movements, even when they are shorter than the choral movements, always feel like they take forever, because we haven't rehearsed them to death (and because we aren't doing anything other than staring at the conductor and trying to catch our breath). The choral movements? Go by way too fast. And once they're over, they're gone.
In some ways it's a little bit anticlimactic.
(Now I am listening to Carmina Burana and other similar things to get the Mozart out of my head, because it always gets stuck on annoying six-measure loops.)